Thoughts keep running through my head of right and wrong, good and bad, pure and evil. Growing up I thought I was one or the other. I was shown right and wrong, but I was raised in a family of robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners. I cannot say I was raised proper, but I grew up with a view from the other side. Its hard to see an addict as a waste to society when she is your mother or to see a robber as a bad guy when he is your brother.
Is it a sin to love a bad person?
I can account that my family did not raise me the right way. However they made me strong to the blows that life will bring, but soft enough to sway with the gifts life offers. Sensitive enough to love someone who is rotten and independent enough to pick myself up when they push me down. I saw the cruelty of life at a young age and I have seen great acts of kindness, forgiveness, love, and selflessness. That is what makes life worth living. There are people out there who would not give these robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners a glance. I would trust them with my life.
They may be sinners but they are my family. They have shown me love in odd ways. I will never condemn someone for their crimes against the law. What really condemns a person is their acts against themselves.
There is no such thing as a good person nor a bad one. We are all human. We are all the gray between white and black. The sunrise and sunset between the day and night. We are all ugly and beautiful, and that is what makes us human.
My family is the most human of all. I am not ashamed to call them mine. I am not embarrassed of their crimes. I am not afraid to put my trust into them. I am not disappointed if they fail me because I have faith they will make me happy. I will unconditionally love my family of robbers, addicts, abusers, criminals, and sinners until the day I die.
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